from the some-of-you-know dept.
Many things are going on in my life. Anywhere from a new position at my work at NS/W to editing websites. Most of the updates have really been on Twitter/FB/G+ but I figure, “What the hey!” I am feeling like I need to type, not only for the sake of typing, but to also get my WordPress Rank away from the 90,000 range. Take the Leap to see more…
So far, everything seems to be going quite well. Job wise, I am still working at NS/W and am enjoying it to the max. I was doing Technical Support Level II, but then I had to start selling services, which, if people know me, I ain’t much of a seller. I am more of a Technician than anything. I had told my Boss that I ain’t good at it and if there was something else he could assist me with in acquiring withing NS/W, then I would totally rock at it. A month later, he has me up for a Copywriting position. I fill out a test, submit it back to him and within two days (over the weekend), I was told that I got the position and will be in training for a month. As of right now, I am doing Copywriting for NS/W and it rocks. Doing anywhere from 3 to 4 Copy’s a day, editing them, creating content and so forth…this is awesome. From my understanding, I will be out of training by the end of December and hope to have an offer letter at the first of the year. Don’t know if I will yet, but here is hoping.
Even before this action, I have had to do something I did not quite enjoy. A first in my life. To y’all, it may be petty and stupid, which in part is, but, I needed to defend My Woman’s life and honor as I am a chivalrous kind of man. This “friend” had overstepped her boundaries by quite a bit. There is too much to type so let me let you in on a secret of sorts that comes from my Messages within Facebook. This message has been edited to avoid names and only use nicknames that I have deemed fit for my friends: (Mind you, “Friend” is the offending person, the one who did the bad deed)
P.S. – Also, this information was sent to all of our mutual friends on Facebook to let them know what happened. Just as an FYI in case she made up any stories, like she did at Waffle House in which you will read later on.
Here is a story, sad but true…sounds like the beginning of a song…however, it is not regarding what has happened tonight. Some of you will care, others not. Drama ensues but I figured that you know it from me first rather than anything else. This is in regards to “Friend.” “Friend” got hysterical over a stupid “promise” she stated to somebody. She thinks she knows this individual better than we know him but that isn’t the case. She became hysterical, crying uncontrollably (namely because she has had way to many drinks), and became stubborn. My Woman and I tried to calm her down but that wouldn’t work, until My Woman told her what everybody has thought of before, “Shut the FUCK up and listen!” At that point, “Friend” had smacked My Woman. I promptly turned around in the car, as we were parked waiting for a friend, and I came around with my left hand and proceeded to choke her. I made threats toward her and My Woman told her to get out of the car. (It was the only thing I could think of at the time to push her back to prevent anymore harm to My Woman). “Friend” got out of the car and walked away. I made sure My Woman was ok and for me, I was worried for “Friend” when I shouldn’t have been regarding her safety when I was thinking that I didn’t care on what happened. In that note, I am at fault. She did get to Waffle House near House of Rock and at that point, her parents were on her way to pick her up and her car that she had at her house. At Waffle House, she had made herself out to be the “victim” stating that I had choked her. Yes…yes I did, but in defense and honor of MY FIANCE, to push her back from doing any sort of additional harm. You know what they say, if they smack you once, they will do it again.
I have told all of this to her parents, almost verbatim, the entirety of the above info. I wanted to let you all know that “Friend” will not be around me and My Woman any longer due to this fact and figured you might want to know what happened. If she does come around and we are in the same building, expect some hostility and some unfriendliness toward her. I don’t do this at all but I have washed my hands of her. I have tried to be a friend and to have this happen tonight was the absolute last straw. It is up to My Woman whether or not I talk to her ever again. You may see some vague posts about certain things relating to this. If you do, now you know.
One of my friends had asked if we kissed and made up, to which I replied:
I hope you are kidding DF, cause I ain’t. I am just letting people know what happened and it is up to them to believe me or not at all. I am serious about this subject and hate the fact that I lost a friend, if you want to call her that. I had given her all kinds of assistance and received nothing back. Ok, ok, maybe a kiss on the cheek, however, THAT was not compensation at all under any circumstance. Advice, money, affection, attention…all of those things were given and not an ounce of anything back from her. I am done. Solid…done. No kissing and making up on this end as we weren’t the ones who fucked up, it was her.
The straw that really broke this camel’s back was when I went to Waffle House and she stated to everybody that I, I was the one who instigated this bullshit by going after her first. That is bullshit and everybody here knows that. I was told by a drunk man named Levi who picked her up from the side of the road, brought her to Waffle House, and at that time, her parents were called by her. He came out right before we were about to leave and stated this to us. That is the sole reason I sent this message out, was to prevent damage to me and My Woman and get the story straight from the beginning. If she did that at Waffle House, I wonder who all she has done that to…told the story in her version stating I started it. You want to hear it in my own voice, fucking call. I don’t bullshit and you know it. I may bullshit with you about petty, silly, stupid things because that is fun to do and because we both know it is bullshit, but when it comes to the point of causing harm to MY FIANCE, don’t fuck with me.
I will say this, to the whole “hand around the throat” thing…the physical position I was in, I could not have gone up and pressed her to the seat of the car to prevent any more harm or potential harm to My Woman. I only really had my left arm free and so I went for a handle, a firm area to prevent movement, the throat. I did apply pressure, but only to let her know that I meant business. The look in her eyes after she smacked My Woman was that of fear and violence/hatred, constantly staring at My Woman and even after I grabbed her by the throat and pushed back, she stayed fixated on My Woman, never wavering her gaze off from her. To me, that meant she wanted to either do more harm or she just realized the ramifications of her fuck up.
I am done explaining myself. You want to hear it in my own voice where I don’t have to abuse my keyboard by typing this shit out…call me or see me sometime.
I am done! FUCK!
That is that story in a nut shell. As of this writing, “Friend” deleted her account on Facebook, created a new one with a false name, had her friends re-added but none mutual, and has started anew. She also has received a new cell phone number out of this whole ordeal. I have talked to her on occasion in which she is making My Woman out to be the bad guy and stating that I ain’t talking to her because My Woman says that I can’t. That is bullshit as I don’t respond to her out of what she did of my own will and all that jazz. Other than some text messages with her new number and that is it, plus one last message on FB basically stating that she is the victim in all of this, in some sort of fashion, trying to bring pity to herself. Not only that, I was at an event and she was there. It took all I could to get my Pilot and My Woman to hold down Wigs (tentative name to a friend, will change soon) from beating her down for what she did. During the last part of the show, I was looking for a friend and “Friend” saw me. She started waving at me but I ignored her. I didn’t and still don’t want to have anything to do with her. The next day she had asked if I wasn’t allowed to talk to her because My Woman said so. I retorted with that I have my own free will and can do whatever the fuck I want. Other things were said and she yet again tried to make herself the victim by saying she was going to kill herself, yadda yadda, yadda, drama llama. At that point, I was fed up and I had told her parents that on numerous attempts, even before this, that she has stated she was going to kill herself and such. Her parents were glad and that is the last I have talked to them or even her.
One thing came to mind and I mentioned this to several people…she never really did try to win herself back with us. 2 messages were sent within a week of this occurrence and that was it. It wasn’t until after her deleting of profiles and number and name changes that she tried but again, made herself out to be the victim and My Woman the bad guy. Fuck it, I am done, I can’t talk any more about this and have gone over my own threshold on getting angry as I type…my poor keyboard.
On a lighter note, I, yes, Xavior Penguin is in fact the Metal StudZ’s Webmaster. I am moving, with the help of Thorn Gabriel, Drummer/Percussionist, the website over to a new host and the new site will be live the day after the first show in January of 2012. New things are planned for the site, such as:
- Compatibility with all browsers, Desktop and Mobile
- Ability to view videos without switching browsers or other codecs
- New Theme/Layout
There are other things but I can’t let that cat out of the bag just yet. Lets just say that this will be coming to a Helen Fitzgerald’s near you in January. You can either stay tuned here or whatever, I don’t care.
Other than that, not much else has happened and I will be writing a bit more come the new year. I need to not only do this for my sanity, but to see if I could ever be as popular and interesting as @not_erica. I am a little jealous. Ok, quite a bit jealous.